Huge Heart On Pluto © Surazeus 2025 07 18 Since planets are no more than clumps of dirt that spin relentlessly in void of faith, I plan to build crystal palace of hope in the middle of the huge heart on Pluto so I can sail sea of nitrogen ice where Nuwa loves to dance in silver waves. In the darkening twilight of my life, I revert to the salamander mind as I crawl rugged mountains of white rocks to find the tree of knowledge with ripe fruit that shimmers bright with holy light of truth high on the mountain of aggressive hope. West of the mighty Mississippi River I stand on high plateaus of quiet stars and listen to the flowers of mankind sing solemn hymns to calm domestic life while soldiers clutching guns of arrogance stare shocked at splendid beauty of the sun. Through solitude of primal sanities I worship Nature of incessant birth with ceaseless excitement of ancient cries that hail great populations of the land who trample garden of the holy fool while seeking to escape his reckless play. Ascending ghastly mountain of the mind as phantom moon with sharp amethyst eyes, I seek salvation through creative force of generating souls from womb of Earth whose large transparent face of loyalty illuminates the timeless vale of tears. Prophetic voice from carnage of the war which affects to solve the problems of freedom, vibrates from buzzing radios of fear which urges me to guard Columbia who leads revolution of honest souls victorious against grim nationalists. With whizzing bombs exploding from book words Orion runs across the smoking field to bring last message of the fallen warrior to the stone-eyed king on his throne of gold who feasts on blood of innocence and hope while asking the moon to cleanse our state guilt. I fly not from Paumanok on crow wings but stand instead on abandoned hillfort and listen to the bloody flag of hope flap with the voice of people killed in wars who crowd around me in the summer night because I carry banner of the cause.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Friday, July 18, 2025
Huge Heart On Pluto
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Orpheus finds his son Orion wandering in the waste land of the huge heart on Pluto, so they sit on the vast dusty plain and play chess.
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